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She moves over me removing her fingers from me. I feel the loss of them. I ache, wanting them back. Wanting more of her.
She puts a knee between my knees and spreads them further. She settles her hips between my thighs. The dildo rests against me, cool silicone, a weight I have never felt before. She looks down at me.
"Ready," she says.
"Yes."
"Tell me if I need to stop. Any reason."
"I will."
"Any reason."
"Yes, Max."
"Okay."
She reaches down. She guides it with one hand. She rubs the head of it through my wetness. She slides it up and down the slit. She passes over my clit. I twitch. She does it again. She does it a third time. Then she rests the head at my entrance.
"Breathe out," she says.
I breathe out.
She pushes in.
She is patient. She pushes in an inch and she holds. She lets me stretch. She pushes in another inch and holds. She watches my face. My mouth is open. My eyes are on hers. She pushes in until she is fully seated. The curve of it is up against a place inside me I have felt once or twice in my own hand, and never in another person's.
"Oh," I say.
"Okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
She moves.
She pulls back slow. She pushes in slow. She finds the rhythm she wants. She puts one hand on the bed beside my head and she keeps the other at my hip, flat, steady. She rocks her hips. She is good at this. As though it is totally natural for her. And it is. She is lean and strong and she thrusts into me.
I feel things building inside me again. It is so intense, I am so turned on. I can feel the weight of her hips pressing against my clitoris every time she presses into me.
“Oh, my god…”
“Come for me, baby,” she whispers and her whisper tips me right over the edge.
I come again.
It is bigger than the first.
It is bigger because the curve of the dildo is pressing in the place a man never once pressed, because my husband's sex wasa polite skim of the surface and this is a full press, because I am held open and filled at the same time and Max's weight is on me and Max's breath is on my mouth and Max is making a soft sound in her throat that is apparently the sound a woman makes when another woman is coming on her strap, and I go.
I arch. I pull at the rope and the rope holds. I come around the dildo with my legs lifting off the bed. My mouth is open and my throat is full of the sound I am making, and my cunt is pulsing around the silicone, and I feel the pulse all the way up into my stomach.
Max keeps going.
Max keeps going, slow, through the pulse, and my body has barely begun to come down before the second one rolls into a third. I’m coming and coming and I can’t stop.
